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I pulled on my shirt, my mind racing as I tried to process her words. “Well, it’s probably for the best you told her,” I admitted, my tone gentle. “Because she would have been real shocked to come back to work and see us with our hands all over each other all the time.”
“I’m hoping we’ll be able to control ourselves a little bit more by the time Imogen comes back. Nine days,” she reminded me.
I couldn’t help but smile at her optimism, pulling her into my arms and pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “Nine days to get my fill of you?” I mused, my voice husky with desire.
“I mean, we have nine days to be openly all over each other. Once Imogen comes back, we might have to be a little more discreet,” she suggested, her words sending a shiver down my spine.
“Steal kisses from you, and fuck you before we come to work?” I proposed the thought of sneaking moments of intimacy with Dorothy, filling me with excitement.
“We don’t have to stop this,” she purred, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “We just need to find different places. We can’t be screwing in the kitchen while Imogen is making a sandwich or the church ladies are getting food ready.”
“Yeah,” I laughed, the image of us getting caught in the act by the church ladies flashing through my mind. “The church ladies might never come back,” I joked, “though maybe they might not want to leave.”
“Stop,” Dorothy laughed, swatting playfully at my chest. “I’m just saying we might need to hide away,” she added, glancing towards the viewing room. “What are your thoughts on the maple casket in the viewing room?” she asked, her voice laced with mischief.
“I’m more into the black oak,” I replied with a smirk, meeting her gaze head-on.
Her eyes darkened with desire, a low growl escaping her throat.
“Oh,” I purred as her fingers trailed down my chest. “I guess if you’re into the maple, I can be, too.”
Chapter Twenty
Dorothy
“Wow.”
Rocco’s eyes connected with mine. “Yeah, wow, is right, babe.”
I mentally ticked sex in the maple casket off my list.
Chapter Twenty-One
Rocco
Dorothy and I were in her kitchen, the aroma of coffee and breakfast filling the air as we moved around each other, unable to keep our hands off one another. Every touch, every kiss, felt like a necessity, an instinctual need to be close.
I leaned in to kiss Dorothy, savoring the taste of her lips, the warmth of her body against mine.
“We have to get a handle on this,” Dorothy said, her voice soft but firm.
I couldn’t help but grin, and my hands wandered to her ass as I squeezed playfully. “Like this?” I teased, unable to resist the urge to touch her.
Dorothy laughed, swatting my hand away gently. “No,” she chuckled. “I mean, we have to learn how to be near each other without climbing the other like a flagpole.”
I reluctantly pulled away from her, a pout forming on my lips. “We still have four days until Imogen gets back. I thought we agreed it would be a free-for-all until then.”
Dorothy shook her head, her expression serious. “I think we might need to rethink this. If we keep going at it like rabbits until Imogen gets here, we won’t be able to stop. Maybe we should try to see if we can go a full workday without touching each other. An experiment,” she suggested.
I sighed, not entirely thrilled with the idea. “Not a fan of experiments that require me to keep my hands off of you,” I admitted, my fingers itching to reach out and pull her close.
“But think of the reward at the end of the day,” Dorothy countered, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “And then we have all night to do whatever we want to each other.”
I smirked, unable to resist her playful banter. “But I’m kind of fond of the maple casket now,” I teased, pulling her closer to me. “Also, just fond of you.”
Dorothy traced her finger along my chest, a sly grin on her lips. “Do you know who else is fond of the maple casket?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.
I groaned, shaking my head. “No, don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know about Mace and Imogen,” I protested, not wanting to taint the memory of our intimate moments with thoughts of Imogen and Mace.
